로그인Chastity Van Dyke has found her role in life. She’s going to become a nun. Despite the shock and disgust from her family, Chastity is forging ahead with her plan. Nothing is going to stop her – will it? Because of inconvenient circumstances, Julian Beaumont has to enlist the woman he hates the most to help him schmooze Italian businessmen. Of course, Chastity demands compensation – not for herself but for a small convent in Boston. After agreeing to make a sizable donation to the convent, Chastity helps him. Then it happened. His heart betrayed his better sense. Now, Julian has feelings for the Devil’s spawn. When he tries to express them, Chastity runs away. He knows she has a secret. And whatever that secret is it’s keeping them apart. Once he discovers it, it doesn’t deter him for long. Julian won’t rest until Chastity is his despite what his little harpy has planned for her life. “You’re not tired. You’re leaving because you’re uncomfortable with having a good time with me.” “What? I am not.” “You are to.” Julian let go of her arm. “I never figured you for a coward.” “I am not a coward.” “Then why do you keep running from me?” he asked seriously. “I’m not running from anything. I’m tired.” “Right. Chastity, I’ve decided not to stop.” She didn’t like the determined look in his eyes. “Not to stop what?” “Pursuing you. By the time I get finished with you, you’re not going to be a nun no more than I am.” Ire flared and before she knew it, she whacked Julian on the cheek as hard as she could. Chastity stormed off in a hurry.
더 보기Four months later . . .How do you propose to a shrew? Julian had no idea but that was his dilemma. He knew he was asking for a headache for the rest of his days – and at such a young age. But what could he do? He couldn’t live without the harpy. And he would actually go to prison for mass murder if she left him or another man stole her away from him.Julian snorted at the thought. Ridiculous. Who the hell is going to take her from me other than Satan himself? And if he does, he’ll just give her back.For the past week, he had racked his brain on how to propose to Chastity. She wasn’t the hearts and flowers type. She liked nice dinners but romantic ones with violins and harps weren’t her style.He would have consulted with Chelsea on how to approach it, but he didn’t trust that she wouldn’t spill the beans to Chastity. They were twins. So, he went to the one person who usually advised him about things.“Hmm. I know you love her but are you sure?” his father asked.They were at B&B in
Chastity stood soaking wet from the rain in front of Julian. She was surprised to see he was still dressed. It was two-thirty in the morning – Paris time. From what she understood he had been in Paris for a few days now. Perhaps his body hadn’t adjusted to the time change yet. Julian stared at her with wide eyes. “Forgive me.” That’s all she could get out. The January wind and the rain had chilled her to the bone. She was trembling. Julian blinked a few times and then took her arm. He quickly pulled her inside. Julian grabbed her suitcase and carry-on and closed the door. After quickly placing her luggage to the side, he guided her to the couch and sat her down. Then he dashed away without a word. There was a white marble, gas fireplace. A photograph – a family portrait hung above the fireplace mantle. It appeared to be the Beaumonts, extended family included. The carpet was thick and soft under her plain shoes. The furniture was plush.
It took longer than Chastity had wanted to get to Boston Logan International Airport, but she had made it. She had thought the easy part would be getting a ticket to Paris. She had been wrong. JetBlue and Air France had no direct or indirect flights to Paris for the next two days. Chastity had called her father to see if she could use the family jet, but it was down at the Boston airport. When they did a flight check they discovered that one of the propellers needed to be replaced. It would take two days. Chelsea, Derek, Constance, her nieces, and her parents had to stay in Boston until the Dawson jet came for them. So, now, Chastity was at Delta Airlines customer service trying to get a flight.“I’m sorry, sister, but we have no flights available,” the customer service agent said.Chastity had decided to not take her final vows fifteen minutes before the ceremony. Therefore, she was already in her collar, dress, and veil. She had been so flustered when she realized that she couldn’t
Alexander hoped St. Barbara’s Convent had a big chapel for the vow ceremony because there were quite a few of them there to see Chastity take her final vows; Catherine, Cameron, Cameron’s father and stepmother, Constance and her twin girls, Derek, Chelsea, little Davidson, Derek’s sister and mother, Caitlin, Alexander’s father, stepmother, and sister, Ava Bartholomew, who had been missing for six months and was now back in the fold, Ernest, the man Chastity used to date up until a few months ago, George Nelson, a friend of Chelsea’s and Chastity’s, and seven personal friends of Chastity’s, who she had attended Columbia University with. The Beaumonts were outside of the convent with Carlton and Victoria Van Dyke, Chelsea, Derek, who was holding his son, Catherine, Cameron, and Constance and her twin girls. The rest were in their own huddle several feet away. People were walking up the walkway to the building. The ceremony was going to start in fifteen minutes. F
Hector had been able to convince Julian to take a shower. As he was, Hector had Alexander call Caitlin, Cassandra, and Agatha, telling them to not mention Chastity’s name during brunch. He hadn’t had time to explain. Then Alexander had made Julian a cup of coffee while Hector had put ou
Chastity and Julian were sitting on the edge of a half oval sofa that seated eight. It was a little crowded. So much so, Chastity was almost in Julian’s lap. But strangely she didn’t mind. She wasn’t intoxicated but she wasn’t feeling any pain either. “Are you having fun?” h
Chastity had ordered a picnic lunch from the hotel café. It was a good thing she had invited Julian because the basket was heavy. She had trouble walking while she carried it, so Julian had taken it from her. They walked the grounds of Villa Doria Pamphilj. The car traffic w
Julian laid on the couch in the Van Dyke den with a cold compress over his swollen eyes. His body still felt a little out of sorts from the taser shots. “What do you have to say, Van Dyke?” his father asked angrily. “Not a damn thing,” Carlton answered as smoke l






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